Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

Chris chose the scenario tonight, and we went for 'The Well of Dreams and Sorrows', which if the magician manages to spend a turn drinking from, it gains 100 Experience. A scatter of Chris's terrain. I was entering from this side, Chris the other, the well was situated centrally. My treasure tokens, and my band, one Jason the Thug was off wounded. I had bought an extra thug (who also had suffered from the red coat in the wash incident). I had hired a barbarian to add some extra grunt to my band. Jacinta was healed (that's 100GC I'll never again). Front Line, Left to right: Jason the Archer, Jason da Thief, Jason da Barbarian, Sir Jason Da Knight. Mid line, LtoR: Jason at Arms, Jason da Thug, Jason da Thug. Back: Jason the Apprentice and Jacinta da Witch (both my magic users had managed to cast 'familiar' and upped their health, after last time, I'll need it). Chris brings his dwarves to bear. My gang splits in two, the Apprentice to the...

In the clearing, the Prince reclined on his hunting throne. He waited. Never punctual…   Ever… The area was lit by mage lights and the stars, just flickering enough for his sensitive eyes to make of the grim faces of his troops. Something was amiss, they had been summoned by messenger from their caverns, to meet in neutral ground, which in this case was this wood beside the roots of the mountains that contained their caverns. Elves in woods was fine, if you were a flower wearing Wood Elf, but for Dark Elves, it was uncomfortable, prickly and draughty! He had brought a hunting party, he might as well have some fun while on the surface, a few crossbows, some spears, a few raiders and a conclave of mages. That should round up a few prizes... He sensed it before he saw it, the sky was blacker than before, the odd constellations blotted out. A downdraft was followed by a thump, almost upsetting the decanter, and a shiver ran down his spine. Lit by firelight, the reflection ...